The Target
That dick, Drew, at Toothpaste for dinner.
haha, Jeremy, (who is by far a more talented artist and comedian) had a bit of an arguement with Drew who said some rather disparaging things about my website.
Response
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Dear Drew,
I have long been a fan of your site. I am, I dare say, the biggest fan you have ever had. Even if you don't get the traffic of other sites, I still think yours is the best. All of my friends, (in fact everyone I have ever met,) tells me I am wrong. You should know, however, that I punched every one of those "breeders" in their teeth. I know I cut my hand doing so, but you and I can take refuge in knowing that they probably contracted HIV from consuming the bit of blood that leaked out of me.
Wow. I didn't know how I was going to tell you that. I'm kinda glad it slipt out like that. Yeah, it's true. You gave me AIDS. I know it was you, because you are the only man I have ever slept with.
And I know I should have known better. You told me all of those stories about all the guys and strangers you sucked off, but it only got me hard. I couldn't wait to scream, "Stop my ass is on fire!"
I know I'm nothing special to a back-door regular like yourself and that you may not remember me. So, if I don't ring any bells, here is our story: I nervously walked into the dark peeps section of the adult bookstore, where I found you waiting in the corner, waiting to approach the other guys who came back there. I was the only one who knew what you were talking about when you started talking about your comics, and I really think you took a liking to me for it. You started by giving me a hand job through a hole in the wall of the peeps door, and from there the rest is history.
But here I am, rambling like a schoolgirl. I should stop, because I know you're not into that sort of thing. Anyway, the main point I wanted to bring across is that you have AIDS. Just thought you should know to stop pounding school-boy ass.
Since we're both infected, I was just thinking you should gimme a call sometime, stud. Lemme know. I'd wear the school-uniform like you asked. Even grow my beard out for you. Please let me know.
Missing you
Jack M.
